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Stretching to the brink,

The speed is slowing down,

It's getting hard to think,

As it crashes to the ground,



I've pushed and pushed

Till theres nowhere to go

Vision turns red and nerves are rushed,

Till what you do, you don't know,



I'm kicked and pulled and I lash out,

You thought I'd take it,

But as i retaliate your starting to doubt,

The truth of your words as you sit,



But it's too late, what you have done,

You opened me up and started a flood,

Of hateful emotions that start to run,

As i let loose and draw first blood,



You forced me to scorn you,

You've left me no choice,

I tried to forewarn you,

But you heard not my voice,



I look to a friend,

To quell this growing hole,

But they say it's the end,

A crush the remains of my soul,



There is but one revenge,

One thing to take back,

With it I'll avenge,

And see nothing but black,



I'll learn how to dance,

With but one chance to perform,

The platform my wrist,

As I fall to the floor,



The blood pools slowly on the ground,

My soul slowly slipping away,

Tears fill my eyes but I make not a sound,

And I think not of You but why it ended this way.